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Test Drive Meme: The Overflow, Part Deux!
 THE OVERFLOW, PART DEUX! Since the last post is again fast approaching 3k comments and getting laggy for some of our players, we have decided to go ahead and stick up the overflow post, even though there's just a little over a week to game start. Please continue your threads or start new ones here if you'd like. To make this easier on those continuing threads from the last meme, here's a handy form: Please remember to let your thread partners know you've bumped your threads over here as well! We started the meme early to give you plenty of room to do just that. With the City of Ariel grand opening only a month away, we are holding our first ever test drive meme. Tag in and see how your character would settle in the game. You're a fresh face in the city, newly processed, and arriving at a bustling time. The city is expanding and you are greeted first in the re-education center by your helpful counselors and then directed out of the building to a large festival. Be puzzled, make friends, have sex, or whatever you want! There are no restrictions on thread types played out here. Your first awareness that something has gone wrong comes during a groggy moment of semi-lucidity when you look around yourself and find that -- instead of wherever you remember being last -- you're in a chair, in a room with a man you don't recognize. He's sitting behind a desk whistling to himself and sorting paperwork. The whole atmosphere might remind you of a high school guidance counselor's office, only with far more comfortable chairs. You were brought to Ariel during a very special time! There's a large festival going on celebrating the new expansions to the city and everything is decked out for it. Everything is bustling and vibrant in the city today because of the celebrations. There are decorations up, food vendors set up all along the streets, kissing booths, games, and just about anything else you can imagine an event like this would have! The people of Ariel are out and about as well, some are in vibrant costumes and others are just checking out the sights. Some of the more exhibitionist types are even having a little more fun out in public than you may be used to seeing back home. As soon as the grogginess from your arrival passes, you are allowed to leave the re-education center and see it all for yourself. Upon exiting, you are even handed beads of various colors, several of each so you don't worry about running out. Each color has a special meaning listed below: pink - toys These are to aid you in making a connection with others. Show your interest in others and tell them exactly what you would like to do with them by sharing the beads. If you would rather take a different approach, feel free to walk around the festival and see what (or who) catches your eye. The point is to relax and get settled in your new home. | |
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Sasori | Naruto | OTA
For Sasuke
Did Sasori watch? It was such a ridiculous notion that it wasn't even much of an insult at all, earning a tilt of the head and a mild rejoinder; one thing was clear, that Orochimaru probably never spoke about his former partner to this brat, if he did at all, if that was his best response to mention of that connection. "Why would I waste time on such a pointless exercise?"
Certainly, Sasori had used seduction before when it proved useful for information gathering, but whoring oneself out completely for that purpose was a kunoichi's job, and that of one with little else to offer in the way of skills at that. His considerable talents would be utterly wasted on something so beneath him, even if there was a purpose to using such measures on his former partner. Sasori had spies for that sort of work.
These two are such catty bitches.
"You should come up with one, for at least the duration of while we're here." Because avoiding the sights around them was not going to last more than days, without discomfort.
It's true
It wasn't as if Sasori was some sort of blushing virgin. He was aware of sex, he'd engaged in it, he'd observed it. But its place in his life had been completely non-existent for decades and he'd hardly missed it; why would it occur to him to find it necessary to re-orient his life around it now, regardless of his current circumstances? He was far too stubborn for that.
Providence had been generous enough to overlook the...misstep he'd made and given him a second chance at life. It'd be an utter waste if he devoted it to anything other than his art.
It didn't occur to him that he might be already adapting, that the line of inquiry he'd chosen to follow to begin with here might well have been shaped by the influence of the chip in his brain. Since when had Orochimaru's sexual habits been anything remotely notable to him other than as an intellectual footnote?
Since when had Sasori chosen this topic as an ideal one to interrogate from or goad someone about? "...Or do you prefer being watched?"
no subject
Just as that last question told Sasuke more than the rest of the conversation so far, if not in detail. The Uchiha shifted his weight from his forward foot to the one just slightly behind, a subtle lean with which to give himself just a little more distance, to eye the other up.
"...Watching doesn't do much for me," he responded at length, his voice low, even. The smirk quirked back onto his lips, if a bit darker. "I prefer to be in the center of the action." His lips and tongue smoothed carefully around the words, suggesting, but not saying, with those last five words, the center of attention.
no subject
"Hmm...but no matter what shape it may take, not everyone is suited to the role of a performer, despite their aspirations." Sasori didn't remotely miss the suggestion, and responded with one of his own. What makes you think you're fit to be the center of my attention?
It didn't matter in Sasori's view that the kid was doing a good job of holding Sasori's attention at that very moment; of course he would, when the potential that there could be useful information about his former partner at hand existed, and as long as that was the case Sasori would pursue it.
The question was whether or not the kid would be able to hold Sasori's interest on his own merits beyond that attractive appearance of his...which was an aesthetic assessment that was only natural for an artist like himself to make.
It was irrelevant really, a mere subject of mild curiosity, nothing more...yet it was still lingering there.
no subject
"Unless you're intending a more subtle kind of performance?" His eyelids dropped just a fraction. "Not an erasure of self, but a tuning to the audience, maybe." Another step, though this time it was also just sideways, approaching but also keeping distance. Still curious, still not hostile, but perhaps having gained a hint of playful challenge. "Nothing preordained. Something responsive. Honing in on those little reactions, and... acting... accordingly." His voice was barely a step above a whisper, just voiced, conspiratorial. "Is that more what you meant?" Because that's exactly what I'm good at, if you're asking.
no subject
Besides, he was curious to unlock the puzzle that said brat represented, reason enough for Sasori to ignore the strange little tightening in his gut from the younger man's approach, a reaction Sasori stubbornly preferred to overlook rather than attempt to put a name to. "The latter. A performer can't be convincing without a certain degree of authenticity, of course.
"It's vital to be able to read and adapt to one's audience. Those who are competent at it can be engaging," he said, hand reaching up, fingers nudging the brim of his sugegasa upwards, allowing his face to become more visible, slipping back the mask of an Akatsuki Member to allow further study of the man beneath; an understated invitation, a hint of potential receptivity even if Sasori's expression remained guarded. "But those who are great can enrapture."
no subject
"That's the way of the shinobi as much as the performer, isn't it? Adaptation to reaction." Or it should be, for any shinobi worth the title. "Perhaps that aids in the authenticity you mentioned." Sasuke could be both, if that was what the Akatsuki wanted. For Sasuke found himself unusually enraptured with knowing what this stranger wanted. He could argue it was all for sizing up, all for needling tiny scraps of information out which could be woven together later. Part of him thought it might be amusement (excitement?) at the prospect of using the same... methods of deduction... on one of Orochimaru's equals as he had with the snake.
Part of him blamed the chip.
Overall, he couldn't make himself care about that last bit.
"I would be hard-pressed" just the slightest ghost of emphasis lingered around the word hard "to find one who'd argue I am not a great shinobi." And if they were the same, that would make him a great performer...
Hello hello! (Alas, I am a slow stranger.)
"You have no idea what I am." Luppi shook his head with a small smile. As far as he knew, he could take on anyone who wasn't a more highly ranked Espada or Aizen himself. He still held the somewhat delusional view that he could stand up against any Shinigami if he just had another chance. What was this guy who was embarrassed by his hard-on - the only reason he could imagine not to just come right out and admit it - compared to that?
He fished out his handful of beads, swirling them around in his palm. "Does the threat mean you're hoping to get one of these?" Luppi held up a red bead. "Or would one of these be a better getting-to-know-you present?" Now a blue and a white. That he didn't want his help with the problem he wouldn't even admit he had only encouraged Luppi to push for more. "Or we can stand here and enjoy the show together."
The beads disappeared into his sleeve again as he turned his attention back to the couple. "Where do you think his hand is?"
For Dave (horologiumcomplex)
Of course, what he could hide from others wasn't necessarily something he could hide from himself. Even through cloth the touch of a foreign hand electrified him; the number of times he'd permitted someone to draw this close to him in decades could be counted on fewer than five fingers, and even then his body would have been numb to contact and warmth and immune to desire.
That was very much not the case here, when the chip's influence amplified his awareness of his own now very human physicality while tempering his natural inclination to distance himself. It twisted and perverted his curiosity about how the kid would react when pushed into a far less remote and intellectual interest.
"...It illustrates my affiliation, yes." he said.
Sasori's firm grip subsequently closed upon the kid's wrist, preventing a retreat just as much as it prevented the hand grasping him from wandering. He also followed the pull on his cloak further than necessary, turning it from acquiescing to advancing by stepping very close, close enough that his voice naturally lowered.
"But where did you get the idea that I'm someone inclined to play fair?"
This time Sasori was the one who tugged, encouraging the younger man to follow where Sasori intended to lead— out of the bustling street and into the dark alley they stood adjacent to, where there would be fewer eyes on them. This was an experiment that he'd prefer remain unobserved. "Or an exhibitionist, for that matter. I'm not interested in putting on a public performance."